I once had a weird wedding. Now I like to snoop on other people's weddings, weird or not. I had a weird baby, who is now a weird toddler. I like to rant, in an exasperated tone, about the challenges of parenting.

It has not escaped my notice that I haven’t blogged about weddings in a while.
When I saw the following story, it was a reminder that I did have a backlog of some wedding-y things to share on this blog.… Continue reading →

If I’ve learned one thing in the past four weeks, it’s that babies have comedic timing that should be the envy of stand-up comic greats.
I am an avid believer in Murphy’s Laws — that if anything can go wrong, … Continue reading →

A week ago, I was lying in a hospital bed, thinking, what the hell have we done?
Just the day before, I was at work, cleaning out my desk to head on maternity leave. My awesome colleagues threw me a … Continue reading →

People have warned me that babies don’t come with a user’s manual.
They do, apparently, come with at least seven hours of classroom instruction and 29 pamphlets. Yes, I counted.
I haven’t been a student for six years, so stepping … Continue reading →

The countdown is on — less than a month remains until I’m due to introduce a new person into this world.
I have bought some baby stuff — which is harder work than one might imagine — and begged and … Continue reading →

Now seems like an apt time to talk about naming this fetus, given the province’s annual data release Thursday of Saskatchewan’s top baby names.
Clearly, classic names are continuing their comeback with names like Ethan, Liam, Emma and Ava … Continue reading →

I’ve been waiting for the day to come since early autumn.
I was sure, given the husband’s early-morning inclinations, that it would manifest with being woken by a giant crash from the basement, as he gleefully toppled a wall at … Continue reading →

It’s a small survey, but I still find this story disturbing:
LONDON (Reuters Life!) – More than half of Britain’s brides-to-be and 39 percent of grooms are considering cosmetic surgery or an aesthetic treatment in preparation for their wedding, according … Continue reading →

It’s a . . . I can’t tell you.
I can’t tell any of you the gender of our fetus, because of Cory Wolfe.
Actually, it’s not just Cory. A couple of newsroom colleagues have pleaded with me, sometimes … Continue reading →

I hope I don’t get any of this wrong.
Writing about someone else’s culture is more than a little daunting. Especially when, like me, you spent your university days nerdily drawing out three-dimensional configurations of phospholipid molecules instead of taking … Continue reading →